“Something funny.”
“What’s happened to her?”
Lizzie Straker giggled.
“She’s met someone, a man, I suppose. That’s how it struck me.”
Joan looked grim.
“Don’t giggle like that. She has been puzzling me for a long time. Once or twice I have almost suspected her of laughing at us.”
This sobered Lizzie Straker.
“What! I should like to see her laugh at me! I’ve learnt jiu-jitsu. I’d suppress her!”
“The question is, is she to be trusted? I’m not so sure that our Horsham friend wasn’t right.”
“Well, don’t tell her too much. And test her. Make her fire the next place. Then she’ll be compromised.”